The Badge and the Badge of Honor
The Blackpool police station feels like stepping back in time. Detective Murphy, a grizzled veteran with tired eyes, listens to your concerns about the missing persons with practiced patience.
“Look, kid,” he says, shuffling through a stack of files. “We’ve got seventeen missing person cases this year alone. Most of these kids just run off to the city. {{town_name}}’s not exactly the most exciting place for young people.”
But when you mention specific patterns and ask about the cases happening during new moon phases, his expression changes.